Archive for July 4th, 2011

night full of sounds keeping my attention burned toward all windows and doors. Fireworks last night coming from the abandoned golf course/coyote home tempting nature to blaze a fire in the tall grass. I nearly roused myself to avoid the fitful turning and secluded in my writing room to answer letters and reach out to some who do not send letters.I’d a poem in mind which needed writing and ended as a haiku last night – but may be expanded or not. Shortened possibly.nightmares which I instantly recall in vivid color but cannot bring myself to verbalize here or in life. I long to sleep without bad dreaming and without attention to sound.

I listened to Jesus Christ Superstar remembering when I last saw this show. After, as I stood behind a woman in a beautiful fur coat (bunny I believe) smoking a cigarette – Somehow I managed to burn several holes through the fur to resemble a smiley face – I don’t know how that happened but it did, and that was the second time it happened to me. A number of people saw it but no-one said a word and all of them smiled.

I have a problem with people who don’t live in the extreme north wearing fur.

I’m a hypocrite as I wear leather shoes, belt and jacket – the jacket while I am riding the m/cycle. No-one has ever thrown blood on me but I don’t think I’d blame them.

Like this:

(if only I’d gone to school to learn to blow shit up, I could have done this for a living)

For my overseas readers – read the title line as – Happy Monday!

(this will have to do as finding an image for happy Monday that wasn’t cheeky or didn’t involve breasts and kittens was too much work.)

What I think is that we celebrate on the incorrect day. Unless what we are actually celebrating is the declaration of war or the intent to be independent and taxed by our own people.

To celebrate our actual independence it ought to be moved not to the sixth of July (which was the original celebratory day but the fourth sounded better (citation needed)) but to September 3rd in recognition of that fateful day in 1783 where we actually gained independance and collectively said “what now?” – to be answered by “I don’t know, we’re fucking broke – someone call China or start taxing the peeps, or both.” (citation needed).

But, I write this in America where we love our violence and wars, bloodshed is best remembered with a lot of explosions and many many missing fingers.

So, today I am playing the hell out of my ukulele and spending much time on the about to be painted deck.here is another image which I found but couldn’t fit in anywhere else.

(this is the kind of stuff that eliminates fingers from children and stupid men.)

dozens of fingers and hands sacrificedat the alter of popular patriotism.

– Hoc Scripsi

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